"Over there..." Pang Xiaofeng's face had gone pale. It was hard to tell whether he was unwilling or simply frightened.
"That's right. You masters can settle in first. A quarter before the third watch, someone will come find you and tell you what to do." Perhaps worried they might change their minds, the man added quickly, "Don't worry, it'll be easy."
Everyone assumed he was talking nonsense.
After a moment's thought, Chen Hao turned around and asked bluntly, "Where's the mourning hall? That person is coming to find us a quarter before the third watch, but you said we'd be keeping vigil in the mourning hall at the third watch. That leaves only fifteen minutes. He'll have to explain what we should do, and then we'll have to get to the hall. Will there really be enough time?"
The man put on a broad smile. "You're worrying too much, Master. There'll definitely be enough time, because the mourning hall is right in the courtyard where you'll be staying!"
Everyone was startled. At once, the same audacious thought crossed their minds: What if there was no vigil to keep at all? What if even the floating corpse and everything else had been made up? Perhaps the villagers' real aim was to trick them into staying in this eerie-looking courtyard in the middle of the night, waiting for that person to come.
The person who was supposedly coming to tell them what to do might not be human at all, but a vengeful ghost that killed everyone it saw!
The ghost had come to claim the villagers' lives!
And as for the mourning hall...it might as well have been set up for them.
Jiang Cheng kept his expression neutral as he quickly pieced the clues together in his mind. But then he